Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

He made no move to come in further, but he did not leave either. 

She whined yet again, this time louder. 

Her body shook, vibrating with need. 

Need for something... for him. 

Tentative, she took a step closer, chin lowering to brush against the earth. 

Then another step. And another. 

But just as quickly, she retracted her advance, moving back again to the farther corner of the den.